The Faithful And The Fallen Novels & Stories

*Cameron POV* Faith sits staring at the wall, her legs pulled tight to her chest as the nurse looks at her head. She looks so different now, so small and broken. Gone is the strong snarky girl, replaced with the real, raw version. Seeing her like this is hard, especially since I’ve only ever seen her on the defense.

Their striking resemblance seemed to have gotten the best of me. Shortly after that, my father also walked in the room, the tension palpable through the screen as all four of them stood there, waiting for someone to make the first move as Faith’s mother and my father silently acknowledgement what they had just walked into; an affair woven by an intricate web of lies and deceit. The trust that had been shattered, the lies that had been woven, were now exposed for everyone to see.

Jayden's POV I traced the rail to the building and...that certain one looked so familiar. I walked around it until...I'd gotten to the entrance. At the frontage...I could see a girl whom I thought was familiar. I didn't think so much before I got it that....she was the vandal...I was looking for. Although they were much.. she was the leader of the thieves. Also, I could see the lady who welcomed her..when she placed it at her front. They were both standing erect on that early morning with their eyes closed and shaking hands to sing...some hymns that I couldn't understand. I didn't think twice before I started to act. For after all...that wasn't a vision...it was a story from my mother and so

Every grain of light coming from the towering structure seemed to be a memory that slowly peeked into my mind. "I have no regrets," I said. "If I had to go unto it again, I'll gladly go back and do it all over again." I chuckled with the hint of sadness in me. The situation I'm at is enough proof that I didn't see this one coming. Because if I had seen it before, maybe it wouldn’t be this painful. “I do, Gael. I did, ” I said in the vast echo of remorse, and sadness. I know I that I vowed to be his wife, but I’m afraid that vow will remain unfaithful.

Not until the eve of the project's declassification, when the communication controls were lifted. Only then, from the academic weeklies and internal college bulletins Noah forwarded me, did I piece together how things ended for Adrian and Selena. After losing me, his fiancée in name, the hypocritical shell Adrian wore peeled away completely. He'd once believed that as long as he chose to, he could move between the light and the dark with ease forever. But he'd overestimated himself. Without the light, even the dark became unbearably glaring. I heard that in the first month after I left, Selena thought she'd finally come out on top.

Whitney was stunned momentarily. She then picked up the file. As she went through it, the scowl on her face only deepened. Maxwell dropped to his knees with a loud thud and hugged her legs. "Whit, it's not what it seems! That was all in the past… I only started gambling because someone lured me into it. I've stopped gambling now! Harv is falsely accusing me. Everything in that document is fake! Some of them are even from way back in the day!"

Jessa’s hands were unsteady as she reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from Clarissa’s pale face, her fingers trembling with the weight of grief and desperation. Clarissa, who had once been a beacon of life and joy, was now still—her eyes closed, her smile gone, her vibrant spirit snuffed out by an unfathomable tragedy. The cruel hand of fate had stolen away someone so precious, someone who had fought for love and freedom, someone who had stood up against an evil that sought to crush them all. Jessa couldn’t understand how it was possible. The pain was too raw, too real, and it seemed like it would consume her if she allowed it. The world had become a darker place without Clari

Ajal spoke those words sadly, and strangely enough… I felt a sudden wave of regret, frustration, and sharp pain rushing through my own heart just from hearing about it, as if I were feeling the echoes of their suffering myself. "What exactly happened to them?" I asked unconsciously, the question slipping out before I could stop it. He moved closer and placed his arm gently around my shoulder, looking down at the city lights below us before speaking again. "That angel paid the highest price possible for his disobedience and his love," he recounted slowly. "His beautiful wings… they were cut off completely, severed from his body as a punishment. He was rejected from the kingdom of light and th

Asher POV ​My name is Asher Steele. I am 29 years old; I am the Alpha of Crimson Blood Pack. I have the largest pack in the country. I don’t tolerate mistakes or half-ass shit. I run a tight ship and everyone in this pack knows it. ​“Alpha?” My Bata and best friend say as he knocks and pocks his head in with a scared look on his face. “Yes?” I say while looking up at him. “You know that mission you posted 4 days ago? Well let me say that whoever did it completed it and is already home and here’s your report and the victims are back and said that the girl was a badass and something along the lines of wanting you to go to her pack and thank her for saving them..” he says while trying to hide h

These souls would be reborn after some time into humans limiting the existence of supernaturals to some extent save for a handful of cases over the past few centuries. At first, the two kinds lived together mingling and being a part of each other's life. They weren't divided into separate worlds like they are now and it all happened in the name of love. Talking about the present time, there are two worlds divided by the darkness named Void. Utopia is the place said to be the home of white-winged beings while Abyss is the home to coal-winged beings. If the two different creatures were to stand in front of anyone without their wings out, it would be impossible to distinguish. The only thing al